The process of clearing your parents’ house is a long and sad one.

My partner’s dad’s home is at some distance from us, in Dorset. So, unlike when my own parents died, there is a lot of travel involved.

It is hard on everyone.

Some of the contents of the house are already finding their way back to us. Although tinged with sadness at the reason behind their arrival, they can also bring a smile.

Like photographs.

Grandpa was hardly ever without a camera in his hand. And he liked nothing more than to film or photograph his grandchildren.

There was a set of pictures on Grandpa’s wall that I always coveted.

They were taken when Nanna and Grandpa stayed at our house to look after lad, whilst we were away celebrating my birthday. I mentioned them to my partner and he brought them back with him.

To honour their arrival and make them more at home, I decided to make a little fabric-based change to the orange pine frame in which they were housed.

So now we can all look at the pictures and remember lad when he was little, now that he isn’t so little any more.

And we’ll remember Grandpa, who took the pictures… and Nanna, also gone.

And we’ll remember all of the gifts they gave us.